"You want me to become a god?"

Celrak’s eyebrows lifted when Woojin answered with a question. The Immortal had always been a stubborn being that was incapable of being controlled by others. Was the Immortal really listening to reason?

"Yes! Instead of allowing others to steal your home planet, wouldn't it be better if you protected it this way?"

He would be protecting it. Did it really count as protection if he ruled over Earth rather than letting someone else rule over it?

Woojin smiled, "I guess I can see why you think we’re gods."

Celrak’s expression turned slightly hopeful, "What are you saying? Will you really agree to stop this war?"

Woojin's smile broadened, "A retard is talking about retarded things."

"...."

"Come at me, retard."

Celrak's eyebrows twitched, "Eeee... How dare you."

Celrak raged as the back of his shoulders exploded. Blood spattered as giant wings erupted from his back. When the wings unfurled, it was over ten meters in size.

Too-dook, too-toohk.

The wings weren't the only things that grew. Celrak’s body was also growing in proportion to his wings until he was three times larger than a normal person. 

He sprang forward with a roar, "How dare you order me around?!"

Kooooooong.

The ground shook as clouds of dust rose into the air. The army’s organized formations shifted as they readied...